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when i was younger, i had forgotten the face of my first “love”. one day during class, as i rummaged through my school books, i found a painting of a young boy in one of the pages. his face was very similar to that of my first “love”, and i suddenly felt very at peace that i had found him. when i came home, i rushed and searched the name “arthur rimbaud” on the internet, hoping to see more paintings and photos. to my disappointment, he didn’t look like my first “love” at all. yet, i read his poems one by one, and i tried to know more about him. in the end, i felt that something had connected me and this person born much longer ago than me. it was really a coincidence that the ink used in my printed school books was so cheap, that the painting of this beautiful boy had become so disorted that it looked like someone else completely. perhaps, if i had never seen that painting of “arthur rimbaud” i wouldn’t have had a shape to give to that long forgotten face, and i would’ve never fallen into limerence, writing multiple love letters and poems to my first “love” which i would never send.
2026-05-12 00:35:32